Begrudgingly agreeing to the sudden spurt of conversations
The night could have gone wrong- the rancour still lingers in the breath
Juvenile reactions, maybe, but the day does not carry a friendly sentiment
Still churning within, after having fallen asleep after a long battle
With questions from the incautious world- replies stifle the tongue
A careless body, tired from the conventional emotions; feels strange
Somewhere, life must have taken a wrong turn without thinking
Now dealing with the disorderly light, the intrusions, and curiosities
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 